Book Comedy Novels & Stories

He selected something, a comedy she vaguely recognized from marketing campaigns, and settled into the recliner beside hers. The lights dimmed automatically. The screen came to life with perfect clarity. And Marcelline realized something: she couldn't remember the last time she'd just... watched a movie. For fun. She was always working on her laptop or reviewing reports. The movie started. Some ridiculous premise about mistaken identity and increasingly absurd situations. The kind of humor that was objectively stupid but somehow still funny. Marcelline found herself laughing. Actually laughing, not the polite chuckles she produced at business dinners, but real, genuine laughter that came from

The room went dead quiet when I said I would take the prize, but that quiet did not last. A second later, laughter thundered through the air. Lily Smith was the loudest, doubling over with tears streaming from her eyes. "How else could she be the top seller?" she cackled. "A woman like her has to have skin as thick as a rhino." I ignored her snide comments and kept my cool. "Just to be clear," I said, "since the company so generously 'rewarded' me with bathroom duty, that's all I'll be doing for the next three days. Everything else is off my plate."

I have nothing to do at home and I have no clue what time Liam would possibly get back from his meeting. "What movie is it?" I query eyeing him. Evans beams, "It's good. Its highly recommended and with good ratings" I shake my head and smile at him. "It better be good" Minutes after, I am seated comfortably on the couch before the thirty two inches television getting ready to watch a movie titled 'Hello Goodbye and Everything in between' "A romance comedy" I say the corner of my lips twitching with mockery. Evans chuckles, "You love it. I love it too. And It's the one thing we have in common" he explains, dumping a large bowl of popcorn before me then setting two untouched bottles of soda ri

So, I pick some movie that looks like it won’t be scary. “Rom com. Nice!” Xander says when I make my choice. “What’s rom com?” I ask. “Romantic comedy. No horror, it's a sweet, romantic style movie.” “Oh, I can pick something else, it doesn’t have to be a romance…” I start to say. “It’s fine. 50 First Dates is a good one.” “Okay.” Xander sets us up in his room, pulling his love seat in front of his bed so we could sit and watch the movie rather than laying on his bed which would have been very uncomfortable for me.

“So, no documentaries about corporate greed either, I take it?” “Exactly,” she shoots back, crossing toward the kitchen. “I’m talking dumb comedy, the kind where you lose brain cells but gain a little peace. That’s what you’re getting and what we’ll be doing with the rest of our night, for once, I actually am looking forward to it, a little peace never hurt anyone.”

After the God knows how long kiss, Blake had smiled at her and said they better head back before it got too late. When they had got back to the villa, Lacey had suggested they watch a movie. They watched Father of the Bride with Steve Martin. Blake had never seen it before. Lacey’s heart warmed as he laughed during the comedy. Come to find out, Blake hadn’t watched many movies since his college days and most of them were action movies or thrillers. It wasn’t often he had watched a comedy.

“We could even collect cats! Oh, Asshole would love that! We could start a cat farm—” His expression twisted with genuine distaste. “I take it back. Fuck me, I’ll just die single.” “Wait, wait, hold on… ” He paused mid-pushup to eye her suspiciously. Fighting back a smile with everything she had, she asked, “You watch rom-coms?” He narrowed his eyes to slits and sniffed haughtily. “I’ll have you know, rom-com is the most elite of all movie genres.” Unable to hold it in any more, she burst out laughing. By the time it died down, she felt better, lighter, as though a bit more of the stress and tension she’d been carrying for days had been released.

"The name of the movie is Clue. Remember you told me your dad brought over this old game for you to play when they visited your home? Cluedo? This is a movie based on that game." "Oh. Have you watched it before?" "No." "Isn't that risky? What if it's boring?" "Then we'll entertain each other." She waggled her eyebrows as she punched the sharp end of a straw into a juice box. "Besides, I haven't watched it doesn't mean I know nothing about it. I've read reviews and understand the premise of the movie. It's a dark comedy, murder mystery situation." "And the reviews are good." "It's called a classic. I will go as far as to say that the reviews are stellar."

“Nothing with gunfights, serial killers, doomed marriages, or dogs that die. That leaves… old rom-coms, cooking shows, and documentaries about tiny houses.” “I contain multitudes,” I said, and sat on the far end of the couch with deliberation. “Pick your medicine.” She scrolled, considering the menu like the stakes were global. “I vote old rom-com. Comforting. Predictable in the ways I want. No explosions except between eyebrows.” “Perfect.” She landed on a movie that knew how to be both funny and kind without needing to break anyone first. The opening credits rolled like a memory. We both exhaled. “May I put this here?” I asked, lifting the blanket. Her nod was automatic and then not; I saw

Jim suggests a playful glint in his eyes. I smirk. "You're a sucker for those cheesy love stories, aren't you?" He chuckles. "Guilty as charged. But they're entertaining!" We settle on a romantic comedy, and as the movie begins, Jim offers his commentary on the characters. "Watch, this is the part where they have a big misunderstanding," he predicts, a knowing smile on his face. I playfully roll my eyes. "Always the expert, Mr. Rom-Com." As the plot unfolds, we share our thoughts on the characters' decisions and the storyline's twists and turns. Laughter fills the room during funny scenes, and Jim occasionally pokes fun at the predictability of certain plot points.